A Glitch In Time (An Undertale Story)// DISCONTINUED

Chapter One: Games

In The Year 180X...

"8...9...10! Ready or not, here I come!" My older sister, Morgan called out to me and my younger brother, Aaron. We were playing "Hide n' Seek". My sister and I may be much too old to play this, but our village was quite dull in the summer; mother and father would always be tending to the fields, or praying to God that our crops wouldn't give out this year. We were quite a poor village, scarcely having enough food to feed all the hungry mouths or finding fresh water to quench our thirsts.

While the adults needed all the help with harvesting as they can find, we were not allowed near the fields unless ABSOLUTLY necessary. Morgan, Aaron and I are known for brewing up trouble in the village. Why, I remember last Leaf Fall that Morgan and I called everyone to the village square for a practical joke. After catching most people's attention, Aaron stood on top of our Leader's front porch and flashed onlookers his long johns!

The image of Leader's face when he saw my sibling's undergarments was still plastered in my brain. I tried desperately not to giggle within my wardrobe. Across the room, I spotted Aaron hiding under his bed, motioning for me to contain my noise. I heard footsteps enter through the doorway, causing me to finally silence everything but my light breathing. I quickly and quietly closed the wardrobe door. I sat in the dark for what felt like hours, knowing that Morgan was out there, rummaging through every possible nook and cranny, looking for us. Out of the blue, an ear-piercing shriek rang throughout the house.

I cracked open the wardrobe, ever so slightly, to witness my sister forcefully rip Aaron out from under his bed. She cackled at his scream; she has always teased him about sounding like a little girl. Despite his denial, we all knew that Morgan's accusations were right. My brother's exclamations would always leave me entertained and busting at the seams with laughter.

After helping Aaron to his feet, Morgan sternly demanded, "Tell me where Myra is."

My brother sneakily glanced over her shoulder at my hide place, and simply stated, "I don't know. She didn't hide in here"

"Come now, little brother. I can tell when you're lying to me; your eye always twitches!"

"...she's in there." he said, pointing in my direction.

Why, the nerve of that traitor! I thought. Morgan swiftly turned around and opened the wardrobe, which I was leaning on, causing me to lose my balance and fall directly on my face. Both of my siblings laughed until I thought they would lose their breaths or their faces would turn blue.

"Yes, I'm sure that was so very amusing , was it not?" I said sarcastically, standing up and dusting off my maroon petticoat.

"Sorry, Myra," Aaron said, wiping tears from his eyes. "You know I can't lie very well."

"Anyways, I win!" Morgan boasted "So that means I get to choose the next game!" I sighed, knowing Morgan always chose the moat uninteresting games invented. "I want to play Ring Around the Ro-"

She was cut off by the front door slamming shut downstairs. Mother and Father must me home, I thought.

"MORGAN! MYRA! AARON! GET DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY!" My father's gruff voice called us. I glance at my siblings, assuming one of them had done something that could potentially be blamed on all of us. Morgan shook her head slightly, while Aaron and I just shrugged. I quickly picked up my skirts and hurried downstairs to see what the problem was.

I saw them within the sitting room. Mother was laying on our wolf-pelt rug next to the fire. Father was next to her, holding her frail-looking hand, tears occasionally streaming down his cheeks. Mother looked awfully pale. Her face was sunken in to such a great extent, that her head was merely just a skull, without any residue of flesh left behind. Her hair, usually a auburn mass of perfect curls, looked tangled and ready to break off. Mother's eyes, always a bright blue and so full of life, looked so dark and dead, they were nearly black.

After standing in the hallway for a while, trying to come up with a reason as to why this was happening to MY mother, who never did anything wrong to deserve this, I heard a terrible-sounding hacking. I peeked around the corner to see that noise was coming from my mother's lungs. Eventually, along with the coughing, a thick, dark red substance came from her mouth. She was coughing up blood. Her eyes looked bloodshot as blood began to trickle from her tear ducts. The dark substance was nearly pouring from her nose, as well. I could tell now that father was suppressing multiple, painful sobs. Mother seemed to writhe in agony. Sweat began to bead her forehead...until it all stopped. Mother lied still on the rug in a pool of her own blood, making no movement or sound. Her chest didn't rise or fall, indicating she wasn't breathing.

I looked behind me to see Morgan holding Aaron, both of them with tear stained cheeks. I once again peeked around the corner, seeing Father holding Mother's lifeless body. He let his cries escape his mouth, cursing at God for letting this happen.

My eyes, however, were dry and my lips were tightly closed. I loved my mother dearly with all of my heart, but... I have never cried before. In all of the 15 years I've been existing, not a single tear has ever produced in my eyes. I had always been the strong one in the family during the toughest of times.

I quietly walked into the sitting room to comfort my Father. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

"What was wrong with momma?" Aaron asked in his youthful, 9-year-old voice.

"She was ill, son," Father replied quietly, but loud enough for us to hear.

"What illness did she have?" I asked, backing away from him and Mother's corpse. The illness she had was clearly fatal, and we had no clue if it's contagious or not.

"There has been talk about a new disease plaguing our village. The elders have been calling it 'The Red Death'. They say the disease will eat away at the protective lining on the host's lungs and destroy any near blood vessels. Thus, the host's lungs would fill with blood, causing them to either bleed internally, or choke on their own blood."

Morgan and Aaron stood in the doorway, listening in horror in how a painful way our mother passed. "Is it contagious?"

"...The elders aren't sure. Since we need every willing person to help with harvest, you three will need to work in the fields tomorrow. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Father," we said in emotionless unison. However, on the inside, I fear for my life and, more importantly, for my family dying in the same, horrid way Mother did.

(A/N)
In this chapter, the character named "Morgan" is based off of one of my best friends, who is like a sister me in real life! Aaron isn't based off anyone; he's just kinda there. Anyways, check out SexyPancakes , who Morgan is based off of! 😀😊 love ya sis 😘
~Pepper~